Chapter 304 The Sanction

In the middle of the night, the people living in west Boston had fallen asleep after a long day of hard work. The residential area was already dark.

However, in the Red Light District in the east, it had already become busy, unlike during the daytime. The scene of debauchery was everywhere. This small but bright area could be seen even on the satellite map.

Today, in the private room of the Callahan Bar, Reagan's usual laughter could not be heard.

His face was terrifyingly dark and gloomy.

In front of him was a yellow-haired hoodlum who had run back from the hospital.

John wasn't brought back.

The other lackey had not returned either.

The yellow-haired man was covering his chest as if he had been beaten.

He was heavily smashed into the wall in the hospital. Coupled with the fact that he ran all the way back, he kept coughing up blood.

Blood splashed out and stained Reagan's pants.